by Becca Little
“So...” I asked, reaching back behind me as he continued to fiddle with my hair. “Do I get any of this while I’m your little girl?” I stroked his cock through his pants.
“Oh you’ll get more of it than you can handle.” He slapped my bare bottom hard and pushed it to the side. “You’ll get everywhere...” A thumb slid towards my anus and I tried to tighten my muscles, but he buried it in my tight hole.
“Oh god...” I shook my head. “Not that...”
“You’ll give me whatever you want. A little girl never tells her Daddy no.” He removed his thumb and took me by the hand. “Now, let’s go get you dressed.”
I couldn’t help but think about what he said as we walked hand in hand. We had discussed anal sex a couple of times over the years, but he never pushed for it when I told him I wasn’t entirely comfortable with it. I was generous with my mouth and of course I wanted nothing more than to feel his cock inside of my pussy, but there was something degrading about anal sex. It didn’t seem like there was anything sensual about it. It was him taking his pleasure from a hole while I got nothing from it—at least it was my perception. Out of curiosity, I had fingered my anus and even slid a dildo in there once to see what it was like, but I hadn’t found anything worthy of bringing up. If it was what he truly wanted, then I would have to give it to him. I would have been willing had he pushed for it, but he always seemed to drop the subject when I said I wasn’t sure. He wasn’t the kind of man to let it go if he really, really wanted to fuck me there. I had learned that when I refused him phone sex the year before. If he wanted it now, then I would have no choice but to let him have it. There was no way I could deny him pleasure when I wanted it so bad myself and if I had to ride his cock with my asshole, I would do that to get him inside my pussy. He took me to the other side of the room to a table that had a smooth satin top. I had no idea what it was for. I looked at him with confusion as he pointed to it.
“Go ahead and climb up here.” He reached over and patted it.
“What for?” I reached out and touched the soft surface.
“I have to put on your diaper.” He opened the bottom drawer on the dresser which was next to the table and removed a diaper.
“A diaper!? You have to be kidding!” My eyes grew as wide as saucers as I looked at it.
“No, you will start your life as my little girl from the very beginning. I will raise you from diapers and bottles into the beautiful young woman who stands by my side.” He patted the table again. “Climb on up.”
“Okay...” I hoisted myself up apprehensively.
Once I was on the table, he slid me around until my bottom was flat and my legs were spread. He reached into the dresser drawer again and pulled out a bottle of baby powder, tapping it onto my exposed crotch. The powder created a quick cloud as it settled on my freshly shaved pussy. The experience was a little humiliating, but he hummed while he worked, taking time to clean the area with a cloth and wipe away the remnants of excess baby powder. The diaper was unfolded and placed between my legs. He gripped my lower back and slid me across it, placing me bottom first onto the quilted surface. I couldn’t believe I was a grown woman being placed in a diaper like a child. He wrapped it around my waist and pushed the adhesive together, sealing it on me. I lay there looking up him and wondering what would be next. I had already been bathed, given an enema, and diapered. Being a defenseless baby was a lot more stressful than I expected. There were a million questions I wanted to ask, but I thought better of it. I would just have to go along with it and figure out what was waiting for me as it happened. The diaper was tight, and when he helped me down to my feet, I had to waddle just to move across the room in it.
“Now you’re ready to go downstairs with me.” He reached for my hand again.
“What about my clothes?” I felt rather exposed in nothing but a diaper and pigtail ribbons.
“A little baby like you doesn’t need anything but a diaper.” He smiled and grabbed my hand. “Come on.”
It was incredibly strange going down into my living room wearing nothing but a diaper. He sat me down on the floor and shoved a pacifier into my mouth. I tried to remove it and ask him a question, but he simply shushed me and lightly smacked my mouth. I decided to keep my question about the length of time I would be required to spend in diapers to myself. He left the room and returned a few minutes later with some sort of bent leather. I didn’t dare to ask him what they were for, and instead just remained silent as I sucked on my pacifier. He put me on my back once more and locked the first piece of leather around my knees. I didn’t have any idea what it was for, other than the fact it kept them bent. They had buckles which crisscrossed behind them. After he was done with the first one, he moved to the other knee and fastened the second piece of leather, which was identical to the first, around it. The leather was crisscrossed again and then he reached into his pocket, removing two small locks. He snapped a lock on the back of each one and then walked over to the small bar area in our living room. He poured himself a drink and lit one his cigar as I messed around with the leather. I tried to stretch my legs and realized they were locked. I reached for the pacifier to remove it and talk with him, but he shook his head, so I was forced to remain silent as he finally spoke.
“A little girl like you isn’t old enough to walk on two feet yet.” He said with a smile. “I have given you some protection for your little kneecaps. Of course, it also keeps them perfectly bent so you can’t stand up, even if you wanted to.”
I realized he was right. The hard leather would protect my knees, but it also locked my knees so that they were bent. The only way I could move was if I crawled around. I inspected the back of them and found two tight pieces of leather which kept that seal in place. They were snapped together by the small lock he put on them, which appeared to be the kind of lock you would normally find on airplane luggage. I was bound to my knees, forced onto them as long as he wanted me there. I tried to walk across the floor on them, but found that the way the angle was set, I couldn’t maintain my balance. The only way for me to move without falling on my face was to crawl around on all fours like the baby he had turned me into. It was difficult for my pride to accept that, but I did. I crawled over to the edge of the couch and leaned against, sucking on my pacifier. I wasn’t even allowed to speak without his permission. Being his little girl was going to be incredibly difficult. He sat down in his chair directly across from me, sipping his drink and smoking his cigar. I had always viewed my husband as a powerful figure, but from the angle I was occupying, he was like a god on his throne—a deity who ruled over his little girl. I hoped he would be a fair Daddy, and would not deprive me of the things I needed because of my lies. I stared down at the floor as I thought about the terrible things which had gotten me to that point.
“Crawl to me.” He said suddenly, breaking my trance of emotions.
I nodded and moved towards him, keeping the pacifier in my mouth. When I got to him, he blew smoke in my face and grabbed one of my pigtails. I coughed slightly behind the pacifier and he reached for it, tugging it from between my teeth. He threw it behind me on the floor and placed his cigar between his teeth. I thought I was going to get a chance to speak, but instead he pulled me towards his crotch by my pigtail, unbuttoning his pants with the other hand. I barely had a chance to react before his hardening cock was shoved between my teeth. I opened as wide as I could go as fast as possible. Two seconds later he had buried his enormous dick in my throat. Talking was definitely not an option. My mouth was wet and coated with saliva from sucking on the pacifier so it made a nice smooth path for his cock. Normally I would get an opportunity to please him and go at my own pace, but he was completely in control. He used the pigtail in his grasp to yank my head up and down, using me like a piece of meat for his pleasure. I had never been taking so forcibly by him. Deep down, I actually started to like it. There was something satisfying about being conquered and forced to serve his needs without any care for my own. I wondered if that was what he meant
by getting more of his cock than I could handle. Would I be deprived as he used me for pleasure on a daily basis? I certainly hoped there would be a reward for me when he finished with my mouth!
“Getting a taste of your Daddy’s hard pacifier is going to be your daily reward for good behavior.” He said as if he was reading my mind. “If you do a good job, I might let you ride it for a little bit after you’re done.”
My lips tilted into a grin, even though they were mostly stretched to the limit by his girth. The realization that good behavior meant the ultimate reward caused me to try and extend my tongue, pleasuring him even more. His head tilted back and he released his grip on my pigtail, just puffing away on his cigar with his hands lightly resting on my head. I quickly turned up the intensity, swirling his cock in my mouth and twisting my head from side to side in order to increase the pleasure he was experiencing. His ultimate pleasure was my only focus, because it meant I would get what I craved so bad. My pussy was already starting to make the diaper wet between my legs in anticipation of what a good blowjob meant for it. I reached my hands into the waistband of his pants and tugged them down a little more so that his balls were hanging free. My fingers massaged them as my mouth continued to go up and down on his cock. The way his cock pulsated against the back of my throat when it hit confirmed that he was in absolute ecstasy. I cupped his balls, rubbing them with my thumb, lightly caressing them until his cock was as hard as it usually was when it was at the peak of a huge explosion. Pre-cum trickled from the tip as I drew it to my lips and I felt a salty taste on my tongue. I started to swallow it with more vigor, determined to make him cum and swallow every drop.
“You’re being a very good girl...” He whispered as he removed the cigar and tapped ashes off of the tip. “You’re going to be riding my cock in no time.”
There wasn’t much I could to make it go faster, so I settled into the speed and just methodically drew him from the edge of my lips to the back of my throat, using my tongue to swirl the underside each time. He placed his cigar back between his teeth and both hands clenched my pigtails so tight he was practically spasming. His hips rose and lowered each time I swallowed his cock. I could tell he was trapped in the moment and ready to explode. I continued to push him so deep I almost choked. My lips pressed into his muscular pelvis each time I swallowed, and I tried to push it even further. It had taken a lot of practice to get him that deep, and a lot of self-control to control my gag reflexes. I was happy to feel the practice paying off as his balls practically surged with cum. I knew he was going to dump a monstrous load into my throat, and I knew it was going to be difficult to swallow. Turning me into his submissive little girl and taking what he wanted without asking or begging for it had definitely turned him on. It wasn’t long until I felt him grip the back of my head, drive his cock deep, and start to unleash his manhood into my throat. I sucked air through my nose the second it happened and then started to swallow his cum. The load was even larger than I anticipate and swallowing it down took a lot of effort, but I finally got my rhythm going as each gushing wave of cum flooded my throat. After multiple convulsions, he finally relaxed and stubbed out his cigar. His eyes closed slightly and he let out a long sigh of relief. I slipped his cock from my mouth and looked up at him.
“That was fucking incredible.” He said as he drew another large breath and slowly exhaled.
“Thank you, Daddy.” I remained poised on his knees until he slipped his cock into his pants and started to stand.
“Stay here. I’ll be right back.” He patted my head a couple of times as he stood up and walked into the kitchen.
I had really hoped he would let me ride his cock like he promised, but I knew there was plenty of time left in the day. I wasn’t able to move a whole lot from the position I was in, so I crawled over to the sofa and fell back onto my diaper. Sitting on it was a lot more comfortable than remaining on my knees. I wasn’t able to flex or extend them because of the bent leather cuffs around my knees, but I was at least able to rest them using the sofa for support. I could hear him in the kitchen and I wasn’t sure what he was doing. I heard the fridge open and close, and I heard a pan being placed on the stove. If I wasn’t bound by my restraints, I would have at least walked into the kitchen to see what he was up to, but all I could really do was lean against the sofa and wait. I was still on fire with my burning desire for his cock, and not having it after I pleasured him was putting me on edge. I clasped my legs tight and rocked a little bit, using the edge of the diaper to rub my clitoris a little bit. It would never be enough to get me off, especially since I really wasn’t one for simply getting off from self-pleasure, but it felt good with the thoughts of our encounter running through my mind. I bit my lip and felt my breathing pick up. I stopped as soon as the noises in the kitchen did, remaining in position as his footsteps started towards the living room again. He finally appeared at the doorway with a bottle in his hand. My eyes got wide as I looked at it. It was a baby bottle, but a little larger than the typical one. He walked to me with a smile on his face and handed it to me.
“Here is your treat, my love.” He patted my head again as I took it.
“A bottle? I wanted something else...” I gave him a hungry look with my eyes on his crotch.
“You did a good job, and you’ll get to ride it soon. Right now, I’m just going to relax and think about it.” He winked at me and sat down in the recliner, lifting the footrest.
The bottle was warm to the touch and I was annoyed at the sight of it. Did he really expect me to drink from a bottle for a year? I sat down and pouted for several minutes, but he completely ignored me, so I lifted the bottle and started to sip it. From the look of it, I assumed it was milk, but it was actually a White Russian. After a few sips, I could smell the alcohol, and I no longer cared that it was coming from a bottle. It was really strong and made my head spin, to the point that I had to lay on my back and drink it, just like a child. I judged the larger than average bottle to have at least twelve ounces of liquid, a lot of which was pure alcohol. By the time I got to the end, I was buzzed. My lips were numb and my tongue was too thick for my mouth. I dropped the bottle beside me and tried to sit up, only to find that I was woozy. The alcohol had driven my need for his cock into the stratosphere and all I could focus on was having him inside of me. The buzz settled down after a few minutes and I made my way towards his chair, still bound to my knees because of the leather cuffs. I tugged on the edge of his pants like a little girl trying to get her father’s attention, but he mostly ignored me until I really got fierce and aggressive with my attempts. Finally, he looked over at me.
“Yes, darling?” He raised his eyebrows.
“You promised me...” I whined.
He reached down and lifted me by my arms, pulling me up into the chair. He sat me down across his lap and I straddled him. I smiled when I felt his cock hard in his pants. He was teasing me and he wanted it just as bad as I did. I rubbed myself back and forth across it, grinding my hips, but I couldn’t feel much of anything through the diaper. After a few gyrations, he slipped his fingers into waistband of the diaper and began to unfasten it. His middle finger slid down and rubbed my clitoris as I moaned. I couldn’t move up and down with the leather cuffs restricting the bounce in my knees, but I was able to grind myself into his finger by moving forwards and backwards in a slow methodical motion. After a couple of minutes, he removed the diaper completely, tossing it to the side of the chair. He unfastened his pants again and pushed them down, allowing his cock to quickly get hard once more. I wasn’t able to lift myself up onto it, but he helped me, lifting me until I was directly over it. He released me slowly and I slid down onto it like I was being impaled by his monstrous, swollen dick. Normally, he would have driven it in, or I would have bounced until it was buried in my mound, but the restraints forced me to just endure the slow torture. I slid down until I could feel his tight against my g-spot, and then I was resting with the lips of my labia pressed against his pelvis. Even thoug
h I was on top, I had little control because of the restraints.
“Are you going to ride it?” He asked as his fingers rubbed up and down my body, caressing my breasts and squeezing my nipples between his thumb and forefinger.
“I... I can barely move.” I said as I rested my hands on his stomach and tried to move back and forth.
It wasn’t the easiest endeavor, but I finally got the motion going that I needed to feel his cock pulsating inside of me and pressing against my g-spot with every movement. Even though I had recently drained every drop I could suck out of his cock, he was still rock hard and ready to go. My pussy was practically swollen with lust and my clitoris was tight against his pelvis when I moved. Because of the angle and the restraints, each time I moved back and forth to grind him inside me, my clitoris was scraped across him, creating a quick wave of pleasure. I loved every second of it and each time I bobbed on his cock, I wanted more. I was so turned on that it wasn’t long before I felt the walls of my vaginal cavity tightening and I shuddered with excitement. I pressed my fingers in hard and started to go faster against him. He closed his eyes and slightly sighed as I moaned. I knew I was going to orgasm, and he could feel it too. He didn’t seem to be close, but I couldn’t hold on. I rolled forward and backwards, practically falling against his legs when I did, sliding his cock in and out of my pussy until my whole body lost control. I clenched up as the emotions roared out of me and an orgasm followed. My mouth opened and I panted from the pleasure it produced. After I was spent, I slumped forward, sliding his cock all the way inside of me again. He tilted his head and shook it, narrowing his eyes at me.
“Oh no, you’re not done.” He locked both hands under the leather restraints.
“I know...” I whispered as he lifted me up.
There was little I could do but let him lift and lower me on his cock. His appetite was not fulfilled and after he drove me down onto his cock a few times, I could feel my own body reacting as well. He sat up in the chair, closing the footrest and leaving me suspended backwards in the air, my knees folded against his ribs. He lifted me like I was nothing and spun around, dropping me in the chair. He spread his legs and sank between my thighs, pressing me against the chair with his weight. The restraints on my knees left them permanently bent, which made it easy for him to push them back until they were touching the chair beside my ears. He held them there as he fucked me, slamming into my pussy so hard the chair rocked back and forth. It didn’t take much effort to create a constant rhythm where the chair rolled forwards and backwards, sliding my body up and down his cock. I reached back and squeezed the chair with both hands, just trying to hold on for dear life as I felt another orgasm coming. My pussy clenched his cock again, but the motion of the chair made it easy for him to keep pounding away like I was offering very little resistance. I felt my body capsizing into an orgasm and I tried to control my breathing so I didn’t choke on it. The second one rushed from my body as he slammed into me, and then I felt him tensing up as well. He started to shake and then I felt his cum rushing into my pussy, which caused me to orgasm a third time along with him. He drove his cock deep and held me there, with the chair pushed all the way back as he deposited his manhood inside. After a few more moments of heavy breathing, he released his grip and the chair returned to normal position.
